| abstract
| - His ship was flying along with three Convoy Freighters with New Republic Naval insignias painted on the sides... and then other elements of the NRSD Reprisal's Strike Group, a mixture of Ghost, Falcon and Dagger Squadrons. His X-Wing, along with another and an A-Wing formed one flight of three fighters, while another flight was formed by an A-Wing and two Y-Wing fighters. The other X-Wing was known as Alpha Two and the A-Wing of his flight was Alpha Three. The other A-Wing - Alpha Four - leads the two Y-Wings, Alpha Five and Alpha Six. As quickly as possible, they move along... And now, Johmac's fully awake.. They're pushing the area, and will likely be engaged soon. "Alpha One to Alpha Flight. Lock your S-Foils in attack positions, set your deflectors online double-front and maintain visual scanning. Check status," the tired Major barks into the comlink on his helmet. The Prowler was used to missions like this, but over the past few days the Republic had started to push at the gaps with more regularity. In these fast and intense battles, many had lost their lives. For those whose job it was to stop the advance, shifts had doubled and sleep had been cut in half. It was that condition the crew and pilots of the Prowler could be found in. On the bridge, the commander of the ship gets an urgent message from the radar officer. "Ma'am! We have fighters and freighters inbound!" "Launch Zeta and Viper Squadrons." Commander Rall replies, knowing full well they were in for a fight. "I'll be joining the flight. Get the Prowler in position to stop those freighters at all cost. And alert the rest of the fleet." Running her fingers through her brown hair, Jal'Dana sighs and the turns striding towards the turbolift and down to her fighter. It is a good thing she had checked her craft earlier in the day, for there was no time. Along with the rest of Viper Squadron she secured her helmet and launched. "Good hunting" was the last transmission the CO of the attack group would make before they engaged the Rebel forces. The Corellian Academy was a great training ground for young pilots, some of the best instructors in the galaxy taught there. Years of training were supposed to prepare an up and coming pilot for the rigors of space combat but none of it prepared cole for the sight before him. A full blown Imperial blockade and he is going to attempt to escort weakly armed freighters right through it. Cole's mouth is dry as usual as he takes in the intimidating sight before him. Capital ships looked so much bigger from the outside, especially when the cap ship belonged to an enemy. "This is Alpha 2, locking s-foils into attack position. Defelectors double front." Flipping on his scanners and glancing over the arrayed battle ships the young Corellian leans back in his seat and slaps his visor down. "Good luck Alphas." Cole checks his status and it appears everything is working properly. He only hopes it will remain that way... "Viper Leader to Zeta Flight" Jal'Dana radios over to the Scimitar, "Split your forces into pairs of twos. One set cover the X-wings and the Y-wing. The others, get in range of the freighters and push them into the Prowler's fire. We'll handle the A-wings" And with that Viper I lurches forward, its profile looking like a dagger as it and it's wing man Viper III speed towards one of the two approaching A-wings. The other two Mark II TIEs form up in a high cover position watching the two hunters back. Shifting in her shock-couch, Jal'Dana feels the comfort of the 'squint's' controls at her hands and feet. Unlike the Corvette she commands, leading the TIEs is where her heart will always be. Black shielded eyes shift between looking at the HUD and the open view port. She has flown with her wingman for a long time and holds faith in is cover. The two pilots in Vipers 2 and 4 are newer, and this is their first real test. No time to worry about that, quietly the Imperial pilot slips her craft behind the rebel A-wing, it wont be long now. "Alpha Three, bring that sumbitch 'round town and I'll take 'em out. Intercept at point six four oh niner," he iterates quickly, calculating it in his head and nodding. He runs it with his Astromech droid, Archie.. who bleeps in approval.. So it'll happen. Just not yet. Still, Jal'Dana knows she must command the whole battle field. Opening her comm, she radios back to the Prowler, “Bring your guns to bear on -1000, 200 mark 792. One of their freighters has decided to make a run behind you make him pay for it" The gunner on the Corvette waste no time in following the orders. Turbo batteries pound mercilessly on the stray freighter, scorch marks instantly appearing on the craft, unable to stand up to the onslaught. Vipers two and four have left the space around their commander and found a Y-wing to toy with. The two much faster craft pick apart the old war horse, the rebel pilot can be seen ejecting just as his craft break up, even the layers of armor no match for the faster nimble craft of the Imperial Navy. . Again the A-wing pilot makes a bold move and avoids getting hit. This part of the engagement seems at a standstill, and woman behind the controls of Viper I doesn't feel she can focus on the quick little craft for long without her mind slipping back to the overall battle. It is part of the drawback for Jal'Dana to command the field from the TIE. Going from commanding fighters to Capital Ships was a learning curve, she can't help but think maybe, just maybe she was too aggressive. It is too late for second guesses though, but a change in tactics is in order. The crackle of the comm. traffic in Jal'Dana's head set alerts her to Zeta flight's request. Breaking hard right, the TIE rolls hard and then the whole ship lurches up, like a striking snake. As the fighter moves red laser pass below it, the lead X-wing's shots had been well placed, but for where the woman was, not where she was going. And that was right at the soft belly of Zeta 2's peruser. Just four pounds of pressure to the index finger and the guns fire in succession at the X-wing. "All right, lets wrap this up! Keep your fire up, boys." Johmac pulls away, deciding to leave that specific TIE alone. Bam.. there goes another kill for him as he pulls around, spraying his laser cannons against a TIE, he comes on around. Three kills. Lets go after another one. He comes up behind Zeta One, as he did earlier, and begins to light it up, firing his laser cannons in quick succession. Jal'Dana purses her lips as her shots fly wide of the X-wing. She also was successful in chasing it off Zeta, but with no Damage to speak of she knows it is only a matter of time before the pilot regains his nerve. "Viper 2 and 4. Hunt down that remaining Y-wing, It's a danger to the Prowler, and then need to refocus on the freighters. They make it a habit of running, Zeta stick with them"" Switching off the fighter frequency she calls up the Prowler, "You better bet back into the fight, because if the freighters get through, you'll have more to worry about than some damage to the hull" the woman says in her cool raspy voice before clicking off the mike. Closing in on the arrant A-wing, Jal'Dana lets loose a string of fire that lights up from it engine to it's cockpit. The tiny fighter explodes in a ball of fire, small fragments causing her ship to shake as she flies through the debris. Locking in on the lead X-wing, she again opens up fire. Trying to push the pilot off the bomber whose shields have been disabled. For Commander Rall, it wasn’t really a loss, her under supplied ship had performed as well as she had hoped, short of stopping the freighters totally. They had taken out the heavy bombers and an A-wing, as well as crippling a freighter. Every time the Rebels tried to outflank the blockade, the Imperial noose tightened. “Let get back to the prowler. We’ll have to resupply and fix the minor damage” the bone tired woman radios the rest of her flight. Her sweat has soaked through her flight suit and she looks forward to a hot shower. Tonight’s action was over, and there was no real rest to be had. The Imperial craft start to dock with the corvette and the scene fades to black.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)